Lincoln Loud casually walked down the street before he noticed the reader, upon which he stopped and faced them.
"You know that story about powers suddenly developing with humanity and changing the entire world? Yeah, here's another tale like that, but hopefully a little different."
He reached for his cowlick, and took out from it an Orange, ethereal pen.
"In this world, most people are born with a pen that's the concentrated form of their soul… kinda. It's hard to explain. These people are divided into the next:"
Lincoln saved his pen back into his hair as he walked down further, until he saw an interesting scene.
A girl with red hair wrote something on a notebook with a green ethereal pen, with whatever she wrote transforming into a kite that emerged from the pages.
"Writers. These have a special notebook, called a Soulbook, that allows them to manipulate or create stuff or whatever, depending on their type of course. Grammar is important, though."
The kite glitched and fell apart, prompting an older guy to come to her and change some stuff in her notebook with his own pen.
"Editors. These ones have pens that can't write on Soulbooks, but they can edit what's already written."
Once finished, the Kite returned, and the girl ran off to have fun with it, running past a guy with glowing eyes seemingly cleaning an empty wall.
"And then, there are Readers. These aren't born with pens, but instead have the ability to see stuff written by Writers and Editors on non-Soulbook surfaces."
Shortly after, Lincoln turned to look at the distance, where his school stood by the horizon.
"Basically, everybody, upon reaching a certain age, gets access to a Soulbook, which are usually given on their first year of-"
"Lincoln!"
The guy flinched and turned around to see his group of friends running up to him: Clyde McBride, Stella, Rusty Spokes, Zach, and Liam.
"Dude, we're gonna be late for class! Speed up!"
The group dashed past Lincoln, reminding the guy of what he had to do.
"Drat, I forgot all about that!" Lincoln turned back to the reader. "Guess we'll end it here for now. But who knows? Maybe you'll get a chance to see some more another day-"
"LINCOLN!"
"I'm coming!"
And so the guy bolted, ready to receive his own Soulbook.
But that was a story for another day.